The following is a FICTIONAL story that I take full credit for creating and writing. I have a lot more material to follow with this story but I wanted to post the main introduction, of this would-be series, so I can start to get some feedback. The majority of the setting for this particular chapter only is at a college campus and a college locker room. You'll notice that I did not give the main character's object of affection a name. I simply describe his features but do not call him by any name as to avoid any potential confusion or force a name that may not sit well with you. Sometimes I've read stories that begin arousing me, then I discover the guy in the story has the same name as my dad or some other real person I know and it makes reading the story weird to me. Hope you understand. More importantly, I hope you enjoy this beginning. Please give me your feedback. Thanks!
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He tackled me down on the ground and held me there as he slowly rubbed his long, thick, growing cock up my face. Then he quickly pulsated his hips up and down, as if he were skull fucking me. He looked down at me with a sly grin and winked. As he got up, I could see the enormous bulge in his mesh soccer shorts. Sweat from his defined, muscular chest was left on my face. I could taste a bit of it soaking on my lips. He walked away from me with such an arrogant swagger that left me feeling weak and belittled. He proudly marched back over to the rest of the team and exchanged some high-fives while laughing and receiving their praise. I felt so embarrassed, but in a strange way, I was suddenly intrigued by him.
I never thought about a guy in a sexual way before; and I knew I wasn't a fag. But still, after his quick display of dominance over me and his obvious fierce sex drive, I was left wondering more about him. After just feeling how big his flaccid cock was through his shorts and feeling it grow against my face, I was real curious to know just how big and hard it can get. I knew it had to be much bigger than my own dick. I was never happy with the size of mine which is probably why I've never been confident enough to sleep with many girls. I only had sex four times. So for a guy that is nearly two years younger than me, who is in better shape, that also has a bigger cock; it all makes me envious, and yet, somewhat infatuated with him. Suddenly, a ton of thoughts and questions were running through my head:
Is his cock smooth?
Does he have any hair on his balls and cock?
Is he circumcised?
How often does he fuck?
Is he a big cum shooter?
Does he like to be dominant and make his bitches do whatever he wants, like swallow a big load from his cock?
Is he rough and aggressive when he fucks?
How long can he fuck and how many times can he go?
I started to get aroused thinking about this. I really wanted to know, but had to snap out of it. I was the new kid on the team and this was my first practice on the field with them. I'm not gay. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. I figured since he was the team captain, he was just showing off to the guys. I considered it to be my hazing, so to speak. I wanted to fit in so I got up and laughed it off. As I did, the coach blew his whistle and told us to hit the showers.
There were twelve of us on the team and I still didn't know anyone yet So, I kept to myself. I'd never taken a shower with guys around so I was a little nervous. I went to my locker, dropped my shorts, and threw a towel around me real quick. I walked into the shower room and was relieved to discover that there were small dividers between the guys, with a door, that was a little more than waist high. I was really happy about that because even though I had only been thinking about him, I was worried that I'd start to bat my eyes at some of the other guys on my team, because they seemed to be just like him too. It was obvious that these guys were like a fraternity and had no problem showering in front of each other. There were no gay antics going on. In fact, they only talked about girls, fucking girls, fucking more girls, and who has the fastest car among them. I walked straight ahead to the first available shower stall and began to wash up.
After a minute or two, he walked in and entered the stall right next to me. I couldn't believe it. Only a thin plastic divider was between me and his naked body. I really wanted to peek over, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to be caught looking at the team captain's naked body in front of everyone on my very first day. He didn't say anything to me or even acknowledge me. No one did. Instead, he talked to the other guys about the same locker room talk as always: Tight Pussy, Big Tits, Sweet Ass, and fast cars. I finished showering as fast as possible and when I was done, I wrapped my towel around me and left.
I went to my locker and got dressed. I had to hang around a bit longer and finish setting up my new equipment in the locker. All the guys were gone except for him. I didn't even realize he was still there until he walked over to me and said, "What's up?" Wearing just his towel, the water dripped from his wet, wavy, dirty blonde hair. He wore his towel real low and I noticed a thin trail of hair from his belly down to his cock. The water also gleamed around the edges and crevasses of his pecs and abs. His ice blue eyes pierced right into me. I was in awe. I know I must have looked like I was about to drool over him. I kept trying to keep myself from looking right down at his cock but I couldn't resist. My eyes quickly glanced down, and, sure enough I saw the head of his cock bulging against the wet towel. He caught me looking and just smirked. Almost as if he's used to that and knows he's hot. I finally said, "Hey."
He took a few steps closer to me. I was feeling nervous and awkward. I mean, I just met the guy earlier in the day and now he was practically naked, dripping wet, and standing less than a foot in front of me. He was so close to me, I bet if he got a hard on, it'd poke me. I could tell he was completely comfortable with himself. He carried his cockiness very well. Yet another reason I envied and admired him. He patted me real hard on my arm and said, "Good job out there, kid."
"Kid?" I thought to myself. I'm almost two years older than him. I'm hardly a kid.
He continued, "I think you have a lot of potential."
"Thanks." I said back, but still felt uncertain about his approach.
"Yeah. I'm glad you joined the team. You're really gonna have a good time with us."
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it," I told him.
He shot me that same sly grin from before when he had me pinned down and said, "yeah, me too, kid."
I was wondering if he was ever going to apologize or mention at all what happened earlier on the field. But, he didn't bring it up and I wasn't about to right now. He began to walk away, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back around to me. "I noticed you rode a bike. It looks like rain is coming," he said with some legitimate concern.
"Yeah, but I don't live too far," I replied.
"Well, I have big Jeep that you could toss your bike in the back of," he told me. Then his tone got deeper and his eyes became more fixed on mine. He grabbed his cock and balls to adjust them under his towel, and asked, "you want a ride, kid?"
He saw me watch him grab his junk. I didn't reply immediately because my mind was racing with so many thoughts. He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "c'mon, I know you want to."
I finally responded and accepted the offer.
He pulled his Jeep up and I threw my bike in the back. I got in next to him and he took off fast. He was wearing a backwards hat that made his wavy hair stick out over his face a little. Despite the approaching storm clouds, he wore his shades and looked damn cool in them. He wore a pair of jeans with rips over his knees and a basketball jersey that really exposed a good portion of his chest. As I said before, I never checked guys out like the way I just did, but something about his presence, the way he dressed, talked, walked, and drove his car was so damn. . . hot and sexy. I knew he got laid as often as he wanted.
I gave him directions to my house but he didn't seem to be paying attention to me. He was more interested in his stereo system sounding loud enough and checking out girls in other cars. In fact, with the music as loud as it was, we didn't even talk. Eventually he passed by the street he should've taken to get me home. I told him to turn but he kept driving. I must have said, "stop," at least four or five times before he finally turned down the music and told me he was going to get something to eat. A few minutes later we stopped at a sub shop. He got out of the Jeep, but I didn't. He told me to come in with him but I said I was broke. As I noticed him grab his cock and balls again, he said, "I got you, kid. C'mon."
We went inside and it was clear to me that he and the girl working behind the counter knew each other. She was really gawking at him and trying to make plans with him some night later in the week. He didn't seem to care about her and somewhat made fun of her for working there and having to make our subs. When he went to pay, he said he was a few bucks short. He gave the girl a seductive look. A look I hadn't seen from him before. She offered to make up the difference with her own money she made from tips. I couldn't believe it, but damn, how could you not succumb to that hot look of his. He said, "thanks, baby. I might call ya later." We took our food and left. I felt bad for girl, but said nothing about it. We got in his Jeep and I asked how he knew her. He chuckled and took out his cell phone. He started browsing through some pictures and told me she is the younger sister of a girl he used to date. Then he showed me a picture of her, completely naked in a bed, with a ton of cum all over her, but mostly her face. He laughed a lot once he saw it again. "That's all me, kid," he said proudly.
"Oh, shit, dude. That's awesome," I told him. I tried not to sound impressed, but in reality I was so envious of him and how he just flaunted his sexual escapades in front of me.
"She fucking loves it. She was begging for it again just now. That's why she paid for my food," he said with a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
"I don't think I'm gonna give it to her again for a while. That pisses me off when bitches start liking it more than I do, ya know what I mean, kid?"
"Yeah," I said, but really had no clue.
"Besides she was just a quick lay for me to get her older sister angry. I took both those bitches virginity in less than two weeks." I could tell how good and big that made him feel to brag about it. He continued, "Keep scrolling through the pics on my phone; you'll see a ton of sleazy sluts covered in my spunk. I love marking my cock property that way."
I so wanted to look at all the pictures to see his handy-work and maybe catch a glimpse of that big, thick cock I know he has. Instead, I played it cool and just handed the phone back to him.
"OK, kid. I'll show ya later." He started the Jeep and told me to hold his sub while he drove.
"You going to drop me home now?" I asked.
"No. We're gonna go chill at my bro's place for a bit." He told me this as if there was no other option for me.
"Umm, that's cool I guess." I said.
He turned his stereo up loud and took off fast down the road.
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He tackled me down on the ground and held me there as he slowly rubbed his long, thick, growing cock up my face. Then he quickly pulsated his hips up and down, as if he were skull fucking me. He looked down at me with a sly grin and winked. As he got up, I could see the enormous bulge in his mesh soccer shorts. Sweat from his defined, muscular chest was left on my face. I could taste a bit of it soaking on my lips. He walked away from me with such an arrogant swagger that left me feeling weak and belittled. He proudly marched back over to the rest of the team and exchanged some high-fives while laughing and receiving their praise. I felt so embarrassed, but in a strange way, I was suddenly intrigued by him.
I never thought about a guy in a sexual way before; and I knew I wasn't a fag. But still, after his quick display of dominance over me and his obvious fierce sex drive, I was left wondering more about him. After just feeling how big his flaccid cock was through his shorts and feeling it grow against my face, I was real curious to know just how big and hard it can get. I knew it had to be much bigger than my own dick. I was never happy with the size of mine which is probably why I've never been confident enough to sleep with many girls. I only had sex four times. So for a guy that is nearly two years younger than me, who is in better shape, that also has a bigger cock; it all makes me envious, and yet, somewhat infatuated with him. Suddenly, a ton of thoughts and questions were running through my head:
Is his cock smooth?
Does he have any hair on his balls and cock?
Is he circumcised?
How often does he fuck?
Is he a big cum shooter?
Does he like to be dominant and make his bitches do whatever he wants, like swallow a big load from his cock?
Is he rough and aggressive when he fucks?
How long can he fuck and how many times can he go?
I started to get aroused thinking about this. I really wanted to know, but had to snap out of it. I was the new kid on the team and this was my first practice on the field with them. I'm not gay. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. I figured since he was the team captain, he was just showing off to the guys. I considered it to be my hazing, so to speak. I wanted to fit in so I got up and laughed it off. As I did, the coach blew his whistle and told us to hit the showers.
There were twelve of us on the team and I still didn't know anyone yet So, I kept to myself. I'd never taken a shower with guys around so I was a little nervous. I went to my locker, dropped my shorts, and threw a towel around me real quick. I walked into the shower room and was relieved to discover that there were small dividers between the guys, with a door, that was a little more than waist high. I was really happy about that because even though I had only been thinking about him, I was worried that I'd start to bat my eyes at some of the other guys on my team, because they seemed to be just like him too. It was obvious that these guys were like a fraternity and had no problem showering in front of each other. There were no gay antics going on. In fact, they only talked about girls, fucking girls, fucking more girls, and who has the fastest car among them. I walked straight ahead to the first available shower stall and began to wash up.
After a minute or two, he walked in and entered the stall right next to me. I couldn't believe it. Only a thin plastic divider was between me and his naked body. I really wanted to peek over, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to be caught looking at the team captain's naked body in front of everyone on my very first day. He didn't say anything to me or even acknowledge me. No one did. Instead, he talked to the other guys about the same locker room talk as always: Tight Pussy, Big Tits, Sweet Ass, and fast cars. I finished showering as fast as possible and when I was done, I wrapped my towel around me and left.
I went to my locker and got dressed. I had to hang around a bit longer and finish setting up my new equipment in the locker. All the guys were gone except for him. I didn't even realize he was still there until he walked over to me and said, "What's up?" Wearing just his towel, the water dripped from his wet, wavy, dirty blonde hair. He wore his towel real low and I noticed a thin trail of hair from his belly down to his cock. The water also gleamed around the edges and crevasses of his pecs and abs. His ice blue eyes pierced right into me. I was in awe. I know I must have looked like I was about to drool over him. I kept trying to keep myself from looking right down at his cock but I couldn't resist. My eyes quickly glanced down, and, sure enough I saw the head of his cock bulging against the wet towel. He caught me looking and just smirked. Almost as if he's used to that and knows he's hot. I finally said, "Hey."
He took a few steps closer to me. I was feeling nervous and awkward. I mean, I just met the guy earlier in the day and now he was practically naked, dripping wet, and standing less than a foot in front of me. He was so close to me, I bet if he got a hard on, it'd poke me. I could tell he was completely comfortable with himself. He carried his cockiness very well. Yet another reason I envied and admired him. He patted me real hard on my arm and said, "Good job out there, kid."
"Kid?" I thought to myself. I'm almost two years older than him. I'm hardly a kid.
He continued, "I think you have a lot of potential."
"Thanks." I said back, but still felt uncertain about his approach.
"Yeah. I'm glad you joined the team. You're really gonna have a good time with us."
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it," I told him.
He shot me that same sly grin from before when he had me pinned down and said, "yeah, me too, kid."
I was wondering if he was ever going to apologize or mention at all what happened earlier on the field. But, he didn't bring it up and I wasn't about to right now. He began to walk away, but then suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned back around to me. "I noticed you rode a bike. It looks like rain is coming," he said with some legitimate concern.
"Yeah, but I don't live too far," I replied.
"Well, I have big Jeep that you could toss your bike in the back of," he told me. Then his tone got deeper and his eyes became more fixed on mine. He grabbed his cock and balls to adjust them under his towel, and asked, "you want a ride, kid?"
He saw me watch him grab his junk. I didn't reply immediately because my mind was racing with so many thoughts. He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "c'mon, I know you want to."
I finally responded and accepted the offer.
He pulled his Jeep up and I threw my bike in the back. I got in next to him and he took off fast. He was wearing a backwards hat that made his wavy hair stick out over his face a little. Despite the approaching storm clouds, he wore his shades and looked damn cool in them. He wore a pair of jeans with rips over his knees and a basketball jersey that really exposed a good portion of his chest. As I said before, I never checked guys out like the way I just did, but something about his presence, the way he dressed, talked, walked, and drove his car was so damn. . . hot and sexy. I knew he got laid as often as he wanted.
I gave him directions to my house but he didn't seem to be paying attention to me. He was more interested in his stereo system sounding loud enough and checking out girls in other cars. In fact, with the music as loud as it was, we didn't even talk. Eventually he passed by the street he should've taken to get me home. I told him to turn but he kept driving. I must have said, "stop," at least four or five times before he finally turned down the music and told me he was going to get something to eat. A few minutes later we stopped at a sub shop. He got out of the Jeep, but I didn't. He told me to come in with him but I said I was broke. As I noticed him grab his cock and balls again, he said, "I got you, kid. C'mon."
We went inside and it was clear to me that he and the girl working behind the counter knew each other. She was really gawking at him and trying to make plans with him some night later in the week. He didn't seem to care about her and somewhat made fun of her for working there and having to make our subs. When he went to pay, he said he was a few bucks short. He gave the girl a seductive look. A look I hadn't seen from him before. She offered to make up the difference with her own money she made from tips. I couldn't believe it, but damn, how could you not succumb to that hot look of his. He said, "thanks, baby. I might call ya later." We took our food and left. I felt bad for girl, but said nothing about it. We got in his Jeep and I asked how he knew her. He chuckled and took out his cell phone. He started browsing through some pictures and told me she is the younger sister of a girl he used to date. Then he showed me a picture of her, completely naked in a bed, with a ton of cum all over her, but mostly her face. He laughed a lot once he saw it again. "That's all me, kid," he said proudly.
"Oh, shit, dude. That's awesome," I told him. I tried not to sound impressed, but in reality I was so envious of him and how he just flaunted his sexual escapades in front of me.
"She fucking loves it. She was begging for it again just now. That's why she paid for my food," he said with a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said.
"I don't think I'm gonna give it to her again for a while. That pisses me off when bitches start liking it more than I do, ya know what I mean, kid?"
"Yeah," I said, but really had no clue.
"Besides she was just a quick lay for me to get her older sister angry. I took both those bitches virginity in less than two weeks." I could tell how good and big that made him feel to brag about it. He continued, "Keep scrolling through the pics on my phone; you'll see a ton of sleazy sluts covered in my spunk. I love marking my cock property that way."
I so wanted to look at all the pictures to see his handy-work and maybe catch a glimpse of that big, thick cock I know he has. Instead, I played it cool and just handed the phone back to him.
"OK, kid. I'll show ya later." He started the Jeep and told me to hold his sub while he drove.
"You going to drop me home now?" I asked.
"No. We're gonna go chill at my bro's place for a bit." He told me this as if there was no other option for me.
"Umm, that's cool I guess." I said.
He turned his stereo up loud and took off fast down the road.
